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A weaving of words
Part the I By: Caleb Alan Kestner
A weaving of words
Part the I By: Caleb Alan Kestner
as anonymous. they are in no way my creation.4 Copyright © 2009 by Caleb Kestner. unless otherwise noted.) 2nd Story Press Minneapolis. (I make no claim to the illustrations. All Rights Reserved. If you happen to know the author of one of the pictures listed. Minnesota Printed in the United States . please let me know so I can give them proper credit.
. Thank you.5 This book is dedicated to my Mom Who gave me words.
Silent ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~30 iiiiiiiiXI. Good Morning Moon ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~33 iiiiiiiXII. The Sparrow ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 12 iiiiiiiiiII. Sleeping in the Sand ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~28 iiiiiiiiiX. a… ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~16 iiiiiiiiIV. Atlas us. Seasons ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~27 iiiiiiiiIX. Madness ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~15 iiiiiiiiIII. Storm ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~24 iiiiiiVIII. Coffee Rain ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~18 iiiiiiiiiV. The Tree ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~21 iiiiiiiiVI. Ink ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~22 iiiiiiiVII.7 Contents iiiXiiiiiI. On a Stair ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~36 . Life ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~34 iiiiiiXIII.
9 Illustrations Sparrow ~ Anonymous Straight Jacket ~ Anonymous Atlas 1 ~ Anonymous Atlas 2 ~ Anonymous Rain ~ Anonymous Winter Oak ~ Lynnette Henderson Ink Splatter ~ stockphoto.com Storm ~ Anonymous Snow Scene at Shipka Pass ~ Commons Autumn ~ Commons Fulmur Falls ~ Commons Zion Angels Landing View ~ Commons Beach ~ Anonymous Cityscape ~ Anonymous Moon ~ NASA The Past ~ Cole Thomas The Present ~ Cole Thomas Romantic Landscape with Ruined Tower ~ Cole Thomas Pinecone ~ Anonymous 13 14 16 17 19 20 23 27 26 26 26 26 29 30/31 32 35 35 35 37 .
as those who move easiest have learned to dance.11 “True ease in writing comes from art.” Alexander Pope . not chance.
12 The Sparrow I once shattered broken fell into deep an empty well Screaming as I falling did many out the fears I'd hid Landing hard I hardly knew wherefore what I next should do Deeply lying shadow shroud 'round me echoed silence loud Thus remaining wonder I feeble dare to chance a cry Or resting wait till strength return as quick away my life does burn Deep above me sits the sky little caring if I die Freedom midst it's clouds does reign above a prison built of pain As I bemoaned the fate of me did land a sparrow on my knee And staring I my breath did catch to see this life upon this wretch Then knowing I to death was bound fell dead the sparrow on the ground Time reversing backward spun up where to first I'd begun Answer none I have to give of why once dying now I live Ever recall shall I that day in terror hopeless as I lay How all I had did fail me when I fell to pain a prisoner. and how but a simple sparrows fall did thus return to me my all .
13 Never get into a brick throwing contest. . with a rubber wall.
but I will and I have and I do! .15 Madness Is it madness to question the truth of a lie? To look past the answer but never the why? Is it beauty to revel in things that don't last? To pass by the catch in pursuit of the cast? Is it hate to object to beliefs not your own? To turn from a theory and favor a known? Is it love when it’s only for those who love you? And if loves based on lust can it ever be true? Can a world that’s so broken at last be redeemed? Is a wish in the end ever just what you dreamed? Are there reasons for sorrow? Is there purpose for pain? Can a heart once its lost be completely regained? Can contentment reside in a soul that wants more? Does peace ever balance the anguish of war? Is it better to give then to get or to gain? Is the shame of a sin just as bad as its stain? Is the only reality that which we sense? For a sheep does the universe end at a fence? Is it madness to question what the world says is true? Perhaps.
till rivalry gave birth disaster. Then rose two giants from the ashes. Shattered systems careless strewn. Nations gathered. Once composed of all the world. left to rot amidst their ruin. The sun upon them ever shown. Of all the earth a few were master. now lay hurled.. But time their glories turned bereft. broken. Majestic once the world their own. And grabbing hold the pillars tattered. the pieces of a falling sky. Their weighty hubris crumbled mass. As clouds of war did roar and rumble. All our might to hold on high. Who saved the sky. as the blows the heavens rattled. between their clashes. foundations remnants all that's left.. scared and lonely. On and on the giants battled. the sagging sky began to tumble. a world do hold on our shoulders bent and bowed. a. Each the other smashed and battered. angry. . Atlas us.16 Atlas us. Mighty pillars held it so. Now reduced to shadows only. Once upon a time ago. ticking through time's hourglass.
17 Colossus both. At last one giant finally falls. Us of copper. Growing ever each their powers. Titans. The world about our ankles thrown. Them of iron. alone now standing. all the world of us demanding. At us a world with hate may cry. lest it fall. and bone. in ancient verse. flesh. Tower us above them all. different each composed. steel. but on our shoulders sits the sky. none who can take this weight from we. So here we stand. "Obey!" demanded they undaunted. and stone. "Come" we pleaded "all unwanted". down upon its iron walls. though juxtaposed. As Atlas was. . to bear this burden we are cursed No other recourse can there be. striving each for heavens bowers. and stand alone. Victors we. Holding heaven.
and strife Before my eyes flash memories of times long lost and done Memories of moments that might still be yet to come .18 Coffee Rain Coffee rain falls softly from a mocha colored sky A jazzy wind sweeps by me as my feet begin to fly The drops beat out a rhythm that I can't help but repeat Emotion that flows through me from my fingers to my feet Life explodes like cymbals as the whole world comes to life Rushing puddles sweep away each worry. pain.
the world drifts into winters night Ancient oak. through life and death forever stands . symbol of all good Shining stars. acorns stored away Swirls eddies. a mountain made of wood Creation's bastion.21 The Tree Frozen fingers. across it's roots a brook does play Snow falls. a frozen blanket warm and white Fall's forgotten. reflecting down on icy lands The Tree. twigs upon a tree Oaken heart. slow and steady beat Squirrels resting. branches spread to cover all Aged tree. bent by time still standing tall Solitary sentinel.
white to black Wet to dry. it can’t change back A metamorphosis of sorts From paupers holes to wealthy courts From thought to word. from sickness to cure Ink flows forth to trace a path Lines of beauty. from dunce to sage From worthless to priceless. from dead to alive From ugly to beauty.22 Ink A transformation. from empty to filled From hidden to shown. from skill-less to skilled From pointless to perfect. from tainted to pure From tawdry to simple. from shrivel to strive From fallen to lifted. peace or wrath Present moments carved in past Saved for futures yet un-cast Ideas build and thoughts conspire Imagination to inspire All that is or still might be All that was persevered in thee Words unmeasured times unknown All by this are simply shown Ink . from mind to page From weak to strong.
24 Storm Towering thunderheads black as night Purge the sky of rays of light The slow warm breeze transforms to wind Trees seem to shiver as their leaves begin to thin The largest dome I've ever seen now covers up the sky A shifting maze of balconies laid out before the eye An indescribable feeling far too vast to be contained Roars throughout my body and plays havoc on my brain The heavens gaze upon the earth as clouds begin to cry Like all the hosts of heaven looking down from up on high The air becomes an ocean as the fire starts to dance My mind screams "Run! Take cover!" but my heart is too entranced The booming voice of natures almost more then I can stand As scattered blasts of liquid light are flashed across the land Then all at once it’s over as the final raindrops fall A noisy stillness fills the air as birds begin to call The sun returns to warm a land now purged of all its grime As if to say the darkest days will clear if given time .
27 Seasons Winter Frozen lakes and crystal rivers Cliffs decked out in diamond slivers Blinding white and moonlit glow Spinning hours paint the snow Drifting snowflakes fill the air Weaving coats for trees to wear Serene perfection. red A thousand shades by trees are shed A floating army. golden. silent. nighttime flees Buds emerge on barren trees Waking creatures rise from hollows Misty rains and downpours follow Melting snow fills surging streams Flowers bloom for golden beams Spring is birthed in all its glory Life beings a brand new story Autumn Orange and yellow. still A void of noise that doesn’t fill Pure white blankets sleeping land Deadly beauty is at hand Spring Daylight brightens. billions strong The wind barks out the marching song The air is crisp and smells of frost The lack of bugs is worth its cost The world is calm the day is at its end Earth turns to sleep as slowly night begins Summer A sloping hill a steady breeze A cloud filled sky and rustling leaves A starry night a moonlit land A burning beach now cooling sand Wisps of water froze in air Dance across the atmosphere Shifting shadows flash and dance The world is hidden then enhanced The world is warm and all is bright A summers day is bathed in night .
28 Sleeping in the Sand Sand sifts softly under a setting sun Long grass lists lazily in the evening breeze Coconuts take root in dunes. sleeping in abandon Grey is the fedora. worn. perched upon his face Perfects the moment. caught in times embrace . frozen. their journey done Short trips down from swaying trees Leather bound books lay cradled in the sand A broken conch their only true companion Winding down a pocket watch hangs ticking from a hand Its owner splayed out.
the earth and I Liquid darkness all around A symphony in silence found Beauty of an instant felt Peace as worries slowly melt Cool and quiet city air Relaxed upon .30 Silent Silent nighttime sits on high The moon six stars.
31 a concrete stair Sterile glass and metal rise Glory spun that slowly dies Heaven’s splendor softly falls Down upon these concrete halls Mirrored structures soaring fly Capturing the very sky Perfect moment slips away Returns again the dawning day Lost forever to the past Forever futures yet un-cast .
Glistening crescent up on high. Lifeless yet your faces change. Oceans ebb and flow in time. cosmic clockwork marks your pace. warming gently waking dreams. Time itself your passages schisms. into months beneath your rhythms. Stars surrounding near and far. Good morning moon and do you know? How many see the light you show. Softly down cascade your beams.33 Good Morning Moon Good morning moon and how are you? A beacon in the inky blue. floating there amidst the sky. to the measures of your rhyme. illuminating all you are. . Spinning in the vaults of space. as you through the heavens range.
34 Life Life is but a given day A moment till we pass away For what we are is not what we've been It's what we're now and will be then And though too quickly we may fade The world by such as us is made .
never rest Make you man your grandest thing But still it life you will not bring And yet a pinecone on a stair Can live and climb the very air .36 On a Stair Pinecone lying on the stair Every other step is bare Buildings soar on every side Deep within them people hide How was it you came to be On a stair across from me All around me lifeless stone Glass and metal make their home Skeletons that brush the sky Marked and measured weighed and tried How then is it you appear In he midst of all that’s here Calm. there you lay Peacefully as if to say Build your greatest. collected. do your best Work unending.
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